A Pretend Luna for the Alpha's

Keisha's POV. "Make sure they are clean." My stepmother added more dishes to the things I was washing. I dared not make a sound. That was my job, and I had no right to object. I had to wash all the dishes, but all this would have to end tomorrow. I wasn't certain, but I had a feeling. For years now, I had been fantasizing about a day when I could stand up for myself. One day I would leave the shackles of this struggling family, and find a new pack for myself. Somewhere where I would be loved, and pampered. "It's so soon, Keisha, you can bear this pain for a while," I whispered as I washed the dishes. The next morning came faster than usual, and I spring up from bed with the most excited feeling. "Yes, today's the day I finally had been waiting for. The only hope I have." I danced around my room, but was interrupted when the door was pushed open. I stopped, staring at my stepmother who stood at the door with a smile on her face. "Good morning dear. How are you?" She suddenly started to act nice which was strange. I stepped back, furrowed my brows, and gaze at her a disturbed look. "Good morning stepmother. Is everything fine?" I asked, and she nodded, gesturing for me to come closer to her. However, There was no way I could make the same mistake twice. I shook my head, refusing to move close, and she frowned. "Very well then, your father's requesting your presence in the sitting room." I frowned. I had finished my chores yesterday because I didn't want to wake up so early to exhaust myself, but my father wanting to see me was something else. Nodding, I waited for her to turn her back towards me while I followed her from behind, hoping she wouldn't go all crazy on me. "But why would my father want to possibly see me? According to him, I disgusted him, and the only time our eyes ever met was when I was mandated to serve him the scrap my stepmother managed to prepare from the little pennies he got from his workplace. On getting to the sitting room, the whole scenario changed. Before me was the alpha of our pack. An elderly man in his forties, and although he still had his youthful feel, I paid no attention to his appearance. "Good morning alpha," I greeted, turning to my dad, and doing the same. "Good morning dad." He smiled at me, but we always didn't reply. What shocked me was the fact that he immediately turned to the alpha who nodded his head, a strange look in his eyes. "Yes she's the one. I'll send you the money, and then tell you when to prepare for the ceremony, okay?" He asked, making me frown even more. What the hell were they talking about, and why was I involved? "10 million just as we agreed, but I'll make it 15 by adding five more after the ceremony." My father nodded greedily, making me even more curious about everything. However, my stepmother sent me back into the room, confusing me. By the time I got there, I paced around, one of my fingers resting on my cheek. My face was filled with creased lines, and I bit my lower lip when something else crossed my mind. Has the hardship gotten to the extent of me being sold out to the alpha? As I thought, the door was opened, and this time, it was my stepsister. She had a smug look on her face, and her hands were crossed over her chest. However, upon getting my attention, she laughed. The way she laughed was enough to scare me. "You're getting married." I shook my head, trying to correct her words by telling her they might have meant something else. However, my father and stepmother returned with the same shocking news. "No, no I refuse!" Tears formed in my eyes as I spoke. "You're trying to sell me out and that won't work. I won't marry an alpha who's over forty, I won't!" I screamed, veins popping up from my head. "You'll marry him, and for once bring good luck to this family. If you marry him, you'll have a good life, and so will we. Think about it." "No! I won't think about it. Why are you doing this to me? Why act as though it's an obligation? I don't understand anything that's happening, but I refuse. Return the money to the alpha, and--" before I could tell what happened, my face was turned to the side, and stinging pain followed. "You have no choice!" He yelled, and walked out alongside his wife, and daughter. I was still in a state of panic when I heard the door rattling. I rushed there, and tried to open it, but they refused. "Your decision determines if you'll be free from here or not." I didn't know how long had passed, but I was finally allowed out. My hands were shaking, but they didn't care. They dressed me up in a wedding gown, using makeup to cover up how much weight I had lost. By the time I got to the ceremony, my father took my hands, making me march towards where an elder was waiting to wed up. Tears filled my eyes, and even when I cried the guest thought it was tears of joy. As soon as the ceremony started, I played along, but I was never going to settle for whatever my father said. I spoke the vows, and even kissed him to make it look real. Halfway through the wedding ceremony, I walked away from the place with an excuse that I needed to use the bathroom, but I found myself in my father's room. "This might be crazy, but this is the only way," I whispered, and took off the light wedding gown they made me wear. Without hesitation, I put on my father's clothes, and paired it with his heavy jacket, and his rarely worn cap. I wasn't sure it would make any sense, but it did the trick. Not wasting time, I sneaked out of the ceremony, staring one last time at the house where I faced torture. I got away from there, and found myself deep in the forest. Trees casting their shadows, and all, but I knew about where I was. It was my Pack's border, and the border shadow pack. "I guess this is it, I guess this is freedom," I expressed, crossing over to the other side.